I read Mennonite in a Little Black Dress by Rhoda Janzen on Saturday. Great read. Quite a few out-loud snorks of Mennonite recognition. Oh man. I take it most of this Menno stuff is pretty standard issue.  I’m sure Ms. Janzen and I would have plenty to laugh about. There is that instant-connection of having grown up with bad haircuts and homemade outfits. I’d love to meet her sister too. Hannah sounds very wise. Here’s a little piece out of the book that I thought demonstrated Hannah’s rather amazing insight. She is speaking to Rhoda about her almost-ex-husband…

“I don’t think middle age is about learning to live with ambiguity; it’s just the opposite. It’s about finally developing the resolve to reject ambiguity and embrace simplicity. What could be simpler than saying, ‘No matter how I feel about him, I will not expose myself to his damage’? I’m not saying it isn’t painful. But it is simple.”

Pretty clear stuff. And I’ve been busy priding myself on my ability to embrace ambiguity and to see nothing but shades of grey in all things. Maybe it is a little more black and white than I thought?